A Tiger.

Would you look at that? A tiger, laying right there. Unsuspecting. Or was it? The wind shifted and the cat looked his way. Merrick grinned and the feline snarled. It was on. Rushing past with the lake on his left, the amaranthine gent and the striped beast met in midair. They crashed together and Merrick was knocked backwards by the sheer bulk of the tiger, but he didn't fall. His hind paws merely scraped along the earth until he regained his footing. Claws bit into the neck of the cat as Merrick bit into its face. The pair thrashed and kicked, sending up a cloud of dust.

"Merrick Mendacium"